Wet Floors, Stained Walls

BY ALLEN CHITSANZARA

Slippery and tainted by a miscarriage of justiceBlemished, a graffiti of lamenting silent voicesBanished in stains of misspelled human causesClotted in scars of baton stick venomBuried in mass graves, in the trenches of hidden atrocitiesCemented and watered with blood, tearsAnd sweat of gnashing battling comradesRunning from the masquerading police raidsIn the slums of misrepresented democracyIn the gallows of underpaid enraged workersA placard of doldrums of a malnourished hard working societyDecorated with high sounding empty speeches of workers unionsVarnished in a oily luring dialect of unfilled promises of politicsWet floors, stained walls